- Michael Waters: You know, the trouble with you Scots is that you suffer from an ingrown sense of inferiority.
- Sandy Campbell: Say that again?
- Michael Waters: I'll make it simpler - when a man has to brag about his country the way you do, he's not concerned with anyone else. It's himself he's trying to convince!
- Bunter: Will we require a picnic hamper?
- Lord Peter Wimsey: We shall, Bunter.
- Bunter: Well, I procured a loaf still hot from the bakery and some fresh dairy butter. One hardly needs more. However, to paint the lily as it were, may I suggest some patie de fois de Strasburg, followed by some cold roast capon with a green salad, to be washed down by a bottle of Muscadet cooled in the very same-said Minnoch?
- Lord Peter Wimsey: A suggestion of genius. Act on it instantly!
- Lord Peter Wimsey: [catches a fish and puts it with another he caught earlier] What did I tell you, Bunter? That's two for lunch! Anything hereafter may be regarded as a bonus.
- Bunter: [distracted, deadpan] Excellent, my lord...
- Lord Peter Wimsey: Your enthusiasm overwhelms me.
- Dr. Cameron: [to Wimsey as he examines the dead Campbell's skull] There are abrasions here and here, which look like post-mortem injuries to me, and here's where he got the big bump. Nature has ill-protected the brain in those parts. The skull there's remakably thin where a trifling blow would crush it like an eggshell.
- Sandy Campbell: You're safe enough here amongst your friends, but I'm warning you, Strachan...
- Henry Strachan: Warning or threatening, Campbell?
- Sandy Campbell: Take it any way you please! I hope for your sake our paths don't cross on neutral territ'ry - there's some awfu' lonely places 'round here!
- Matthew Gowan: Now that is a threat. A very DEFINITE threat!
- Sandy Campbell: And the same goes for you, ye hairy wee monster!